Christina Georgina Rossetti

[Christina Rossetti] (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

161. Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things? 4/1/2010
162. Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed 4/1/2010
163. The Horses Of The Sea 4/1/2010
164. Paradise: In A Symbol 4/1/2010
165. Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush 4/1/2010
166. Spring 4/1/2010
167. Sweet Death 4/1/2010
168. Once For All 4/1/2010
169. Give Me Holly 4/1/2010
170. A Pocket Handkerchief To Hem 4/1/2010
171. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
172. Swift And Sure The Swallow 4/1/2010
173. Dost Thou Not Care? 4/1/2010
174. Sing Me A Song 4/1/2010
175. On The Grassy Banks 4/1/2010
176. Consider 4/1/2010
177. A Year’s Windfalls 4/1/2010
178. Ferry Me Across The Water 4/1/2010
179. I Know You Not 4/1/2010
180. Old And New Year Ditties 4/1/2010
181. Summer 4/1/2010
182. January Cold Desolate 4/1/2010
183. Fata Morgana 4/1/2010
184. Easter Even 4/1/2010
185. To My Mother 12/17/2014
186. An End 4/1/2010
187. The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse 4/1/2010
188. Eight O'Clock 4/1/2010
189. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
190. Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary? 4/1/2010
191. Love From The North 4/1/2010
192. Good Friday 4/1/2010
193. Dead Hope 4/1/2010
194. Summer Is Ended 4/1/2010
195. If 4/1/2010
196. In The Round Tower At Jhansi 4/1/2010
197. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose 4/1/2010
198. Dream-Love 4/1/2010
199. Grown And Flown 4/1/2010
200. Sound Sleep 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far ...

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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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